"I see, it sounds like you have a very powerful dream to follow." He states, a tone of respect in his voice for that. It was an admirable dream, for certain. Different from his own, but the truth was, if everyone all had the same dream, it would either be truly impossible to achieve or it would already be reached. "I hope your dream comes to fruition sooner rather than later." He added.

He gives a one shouldered shrug, as if it didn't really matter. "My father's name is a word for God." He explained in a dull tone, like it wasn't really that much of a thing, and to him it really wasn't, his father's name didn't mean anything special to him at this point.

"Inkbrush? I suppose with a name like celestial brushwork it makes some sense." he says softly, looking the other over to see if he could tell where he kept the kit for him. He wouldn't give away that he often used a five finger discount on things, but just work on observation, that would be safe.